On the edges of the solar system lies an ancient ship, buried deep in the icy embrace of Pluto. No one one knows how long it’s been there. No one knows where it came from.
We’ve clawed our way across the solar system. Three years, half the crew dead, and so much heartache. We’re nearly out of food and fuel, there won’t be a return home for us. We knew this from the beginning. We have no regrets.
We have seen such marvelous sights.
They say curiosity killed the cat, but the things it must have learned before it died.